Lyrics:
in a prison
Mentally disfigured, distorted, & puzzled by the piece/peace that's missing
He'll be your neurologist to diagnose the problem, evaluate
and go see the island?
I'm sure he'll send for you when he's ready
Well, excuse me, miss, would you mind?
Heaven help me, could it be?
No, it
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
hometown ain't it shifted
I travel the map but I always come back
To burn it down behind 24 tracks
[Verse 7: Krumb Snatcha]
Shoot outs fit niggas get
hometown ain't it shifted
I travel the map but I always come back
To burn it down behind 24 tracks
[Verse 7: Krumb Snatcha]
Shoot outs fit niggas get
hometown ain't it shifted
I travel the map but I always come back
To burn it down behind 24 tracks
[Verse 7: Krumb Snatcha]
Shoot outs fit niggas get
the street
Somewhere deceased
Now we struggle to live
But we living to die
I see my homies dying one by one
I want to cry
But if heaven's where your living
of heaven - Sign of the cross
Sign o earth - Deadly sins
Sign of seven - Sign of hell
Seven angels - Heaven´s call
Look at the sun - Angel of light
A serpent
Don't take advantage of God
I gracefully ask you
To bow down before Him
You don't wanna feel His Wrath
Heaven's gates
Or
Hell's gates
You gonna get
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point,
plug now that ass got sparked
All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply
And give thanks to most high
24/7 brothers got
Young Buck shit
Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7
'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven.
[chorus 3x]
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street
I'd watch out for the stigma
There's probably more for that than for a-pullin' the trigger
Help
Yeah I could use a little help
It's a battle 24/7, not
the back, big ass and it taste jus like cinnamon
Fuckin in the backseat, spacious minivan
But it ain't no bangbus
24/7, all day ye I'm ready man
Sniffin'
sure you'll all feel it when I clap my hand
Three worlds kneeling isn't enough for me
7 billion living, dead, and the inbetween.
This isn't Heaven, nor
sweating cause ya know its getting hotter by the second, minute hour
24/7
There ain't no heaven for a sinner from the bottom of the map
Keep em running
weeks But I got the 411 on how to pimp a damn freak Post -traumatic stress, cause a nigga not to sleep So I'm 24 -7 winning cups to write a heat Check my
Lose Die
Dm A D
The heaven can't be made from sky
Gm Dm Asus4-A Dm-Dm#7 Gm-Gm6
So happy-end is neither
the poor know that they ain't listening[00:24.40]It's try hard, do or don't[00:26.29]I lined up for a student loan[00:27.57]People used to degrade me but I
Mama said I was a king, so
I'm bustin' down the crowns, yeah
Work 24 7, sleep when I'm in heaven
Niggas thought I took a break
Wasn't doin' shit but
the devil in your ear
Consumed by all your demons and they dragging you to hell
But I stay on the righteous path so I can never say I fell
While you bite
the cloven hoof
Reigning over them as well
While they keep on fighting hell
Babylon the scarlet whore has come
We are the seven, judgement of heaven
Why
depression by 13
Wrote my first lines at 12
By age 11 I was raising hell
At 10 intended to be successful
9, I knew I was special
8, Niggas was letting guns
the south
In my Adidas track suit
I'm a really bad dude
I won't run out of funds
I put my dick all on her tongue
Yeah that shit hurt your lungs
Shop open 24/7
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